Sales Woes

The career book says, "You've gotta sell yourself!"

But I don't want to sell myself! Why do I have to sell myself? I'm 24. They say time is my best ally (but they also say it is my worst enemy). I have skills and talent (though I am not sure what they are yet, as I have been trained as a Jack, not a Master. Right, I am working towards a masters degree, but a masters in management ... what an oxymoron). They say I have everything I need, so why be so desperate? ... Or should I be? Maybe time is silently running out. Maybe my youth and teenage years were just dress rehearsals for the real deal -- the now -- and I had no idea that the curtains have been up for a while and that I've been exposed for several hours now and the audience are now gathering their rotten tomatoes.

I don't really know. But I just know that I don't like the idea of "selling myself." This isn't an auction. This is my life we're talking about. I would like to think of myself as something better than to be put up for sale at an auction. Instead, they should be the ones putting up for sale, and I am the one who should be sitting in the cushy seats raising plaques with numbers for acquisition.

Regardless of where I am at right now -- even though I am not completely together, I have flaws, I got scratches here and there from my trips and falls, I came undone several times already, and whatever else -- I still am better than that. I am not a fixer-upper. I am ... something ... I don't know what yet, but I am whatever it is that I will be. You either like it or love it. How's that for an alternative model?

But still, just in case ... back to learning how to sell.